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@Schattenfeuer ((are you ready for another adventure my darling?~)) ----- ----- The once long days now grew short with the upcoming autumn, the usual green fields now dull to a lackluster jade. The spare trees made up for the loss of color, a bright and colorful display of the warmer hues of the season. Preparations for a new ally were being made in the meantime, many scrambling to finish in time for their expected company. It was full of excitement, though it was to mask nervousness and fear. Their once beloved friends in the Scarred Wastelands had seemed to dissipate and a new powerhouse of a clan erupted in their place. Tents no longer filled the rolling hills, but instead solid houses and shops made of wood and stone. Two dragons strolled and chatted softly, of many things in which worried their frequently cluttered train of thought. It was nearly dusk, their expected company arriving at any given moment. [i]"What troubles you my friend?"[/i] A soft and soothing voice emitted from a skydancer draped in green fabric, his footfalls uneven from a limp. [i]"I fear the worst.. that these strangers are perhaps more danger than they are beneficial,"[/i] the second voice was from deeper, gruff and wise imperial whose steps were often followed by the quiet shuffle of filigree. They had both seen their share of what the large world had to offer. Though the larger of the two has seen what greed and power did to a clan, he had been there to rip up such places root and stem from the ground they were built in. A horn ripped through the tense atmosphere of Interstellar signaling the anticipated arrival, the two friends giving each other a sad nod of farewell before turning away to their respected places. The arcane clan was decorated with lights, banners and the spoils of their final harvest, a small feast taking place to commemorate their newfound potential ally. At the entrance was three dragons: Saranus dressed in more formal clothing for their guests, Giske in his glittering and polished armor at his side, and lastly a diplomat adjourned in golden apparel awaiting at her leaders side. They all held their breath as the strangers approached, terrified of what was to come. ----- ----- [columns][img]http://www1.flightrising.com/dgen/dressing-room/dragon?did=27914549&skin=0&apparel=767,22836,18823,18815,3631,3632,22840,22838,3634&xt=dressing.png[/img][nextcol]Saranus [/columns] [columns][url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=48360218] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/483603/48360218_350.png[/img] [/url][nextcol]Alayna the golden diplomat[/columns]

@Noonchi Titaneaus dully remembered the tiny arcane clan they were visiting. Remembered it from a time that was foggy and so long ago, he had thought long dead and gone of it. But then someone had brought back messages of curious, careful attempts to reconcile, renew old bound. Azazael had looked in confusion at his lover as the Emperor had started to laugh, carefully brushing over the wax seal in careful consideration. Even the Empress had glared with a puzzled expression in her bright eyes at Titaneaus. Back then, everything had appeared so important and yet, here they were and Interstellar was nothing like how Titaneaus remembered it. He remembered a different name, hotter lands of ash and volcanos and a witch greeting him when he arrived as part of an army to drag a stubborn daughter back home. He wondered if the child that nearly had started a war back then was still around. She would have been old and grey by now. Grandchildren of her own, while he looked youthful, eternal and beautiful like always. He couldn’t even remember her name anymore, not that it was important. The Empire arrived at the borders of this old and yet new clan without fanfare but plenty of show of muscle. Warriors in their polished armor flew in formation around the Emperor, his Empress and their consort, landed in unison with eerily smooth perfection. Not one of the warriors moved another muscle after their wings were folded, also with unsettling unison, nothing except the highly aware spark in their eyes, keeping a close eye on the surroundings while the Emperor landed first in the sound of silks and jewelry moving against smooth scales. After the enormous Imperial had landed, he raised his head high, wings slightly fanned out, showing off the swirling, moving galaxies and stars, shooting stars and little moons glittering on the membranes like they were real pieces of the void, caught and shaped in form of two impressive set of wings, all framed by black thorns and a dark bloom. “Interstellar is not how I remember it.”, Titaneaus spoke gently, yet his voice carried far and demanded attention, his tone smooth and dark and downright seductive, as if he was purring sweet nothings into a lover’s ear instead of talking to a Clan that was nothing like he remembered, a clan that could also be a perfect stranger. When he stepped forwards, towards the dragons waiting for the Empire’s arrival, his guards moved with him, a chime of armor and footsteps. “Now. You however, I remember.” Despite the blindfold hiding away the Emperor’s eyes, his gaze could be felt, heavy, crushing nearly with the power that brimmed just below his skin. He was [i]blind[/i] yet he saw, his gaze seemed to stick on Giske, could be felt like heavy stones slowly being dropped onto his back, tar clinging to his legs and suffocating hands all over his throat. The longer Titaneaus’ invisible gaze remained focused solely on Giske, the worse those impressions became, until a sweet chuckle broke the mounting silence. The Empress had taken the lead over, stepped right in front of Saranus and held out her delicate claw, all while taking in his appearance through sinfully long eyelashes and golden makeup. “We feel honored by your request to meet.”, Nephtys said, her voice sweeter, brighter than Titaneaus’, more playful where he was seductive, but even then, there was something within her eyes that could unsettle those of weaker minds. “Had we known you were such a handsome man, Saranus…” She did not finish her sentence, left it hanging in the air like an invitation for something entirely unfitting for this formal meeting. A rough voice pierced the mood Nephtys had set up, one that came from the masked Imperial that was dwarfed by the Emperor, his six teal colored, feathered wings twitching from disdain and barely concealed anger. The masked sorcerer stepped forwards, pushed a guard in his way to the side and spoke in a hissing, unpleasant voice. “Avert your gaze, foolish mortal.”, he snapped at Saranus and those that dared to stare at the demi gods in their midst. This was an honor that only Azazael had, he and he alone. “You walk among royalty!” [Center][url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=20023916] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/200240/20023916_350.png[/img] [/url] [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=39250257] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/392503/39250257_350.png[/img] [/url] [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=46959088] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/469591/46959088_350.png[/img] [/url][/Center]

@Schattenfeuer ----- ----- Many of the humble dragons of the clan shifted in their places, murmuring and whispering of these foreign looking strangers. Many had seen nothing of the sort, the closest was their own Keffria, one who many presumed to be a fallen star. In comparison to the three dragons who approached even her luminosity and beauty seemed obsolete. They had considered themselves powerful once, and to those who had been apart of the smoldering fire clan considered themselves still powerful despite their trials and tribulations. Though in the presence and awe of the dragons from The Undying Lands, even their candle light of strength feared to get devoured by their roaring flame. "And I you," the general spoke, his mane now a silvery grey and his voice a bit softer than it once was in his younger days. He was older now, and despite his disliking he was beginning to feel the stiffness in his joints and pain in his bones. He knew his days as a war general were dwindling. Though as they locked gazes, he remained stoic, having only respect for the dragon who stood before him and addressed him. The warriors and knights of Interstellar stood in formation behind Giske, all steadfast and confident in the teachings and guidance of their leaders to remain in the sight of the so clearly superior force. Saranus stood tall and proud regardless of feeling silly in his attire, it was unusual and he felt a fraud wearing such clothing. He was strong where others could not be, and as he stood in front of the entrance to his clan he was determined to remain the strongest of them all. He gently took the imperials claw, bowing his head lowly and keeping his eyes on her, knowing to never look away from your opponent. "We welcome you to Interste-" he was stopped by an annoying hiss, something that seeped into his scales like the deadliest poison. He quickly flashed his eyes to the larger, the frozen blue piercing and unwavering as he looked to the snake. "Forgive me," he paused nodding his head, though his eyes spoke otherwise. They too could send venom and malice as quickly as ones biting words. Though he did not apologize to the wriggling worm who spoke so sharply, but to the mistress whose claw he softly released. His eyes softened once they returned to her, though he was not enticed by he honey covered words. Saranus had looked into the eyes of evil once before, had it spit in his face and show him death. As he had met eyes with this stranger, he could see something that was all too familiar. Saranus looked to the two who stood before him, nodding as he motioned to a large and regal stone structure, the pathway decorated with glittering stones and crystals. "If you will join me and my colleague at the meeting house, we will provide you with food and drink from your long journey here." The ridgeback turned and walked forward, his pace slow as the dragons lining the streets stepped back to make room for the gods who so effortlessly strolled through their streets. The building in which they walked too was regal, tall to accommodate dragons of all sizes. Stone steps lead up to the looming wooden doors, intricate engravings of swirls and the stars etched into the wood. As they were heaved open the inside was a large circular shape, stone pillars holding up the ceiling. The stone too was carved, though images depicting their history were set into the stone for future generations to gaze upon. A wooden table lay in the center, the middle a shifting map of the world. It was shined, polished wood to perfection you could see your reflection if you looked hard enough. "Please have a seat." He spoke as he took a seat on the opposite side, another two cushions available beside him and numerous available on the other. Once all were comfortable, smaller dragons carrying platters and cups quickly set the table for where a dragons set. It was quite the spectacle watching them keep their eyes averted and prepare for the next set to bring trays of food and large pitchers of drink. It took a few minutes for it all to be laid before the dragons at the table, though it was a spread of foods and desserts of all sorts. Saranus cleared his throat as out stepped another imperial, her wings decorated with autumnal leaves joined them at the table. She was clad in gold jewelry and a glittering cloak that seemed to wisp around her every move. Upon seeing their company she gave a bow, lowering her head in respect as she glanced to Saranus. She had never done anything of this fashion before, only meetings and making decisions a lot simpler than trifling with a clan so dangerous and powerful. ----- ----- [img]http://www1.flightrising.com/dgen/dressing-room/dragon?did=28051356&skin=0&apparel=22657,22655,22660,22658,22662,22663,24053,15725,491,3698,4784,24051,24049,20852,20851&xt=dressing.png[/img]

@Noonchi

“ Careful, little boy.”, Azazael hissed, his voice dangerously low and crackling already from the unholy energy of both lightning and the shade bubbling up within him, the inside of his six wings already aglow a soft cyan as sparks of electricity flashed over his feathers, a show of dominance and aggression that was only snuffed out when Titaneaus placed one massive, jewelry covered claw on Azazael’s back in a gesture of silent comfort and order at the same time. Next to Azazael, Nephtys chuckled again, more cheerful this time, shaking her head as if Azazael was nothing but a little child throwing a temper tantrum. Her voice however, changed, her tone so sharp it could through stone itself.

“Maybe you should be silent for now, Azazael.”, she said sweetly, but the sweetness of her tone no longer honey but poison, sticky, suffocating and a promise of consequences of the unpleasant kind. Even her gaze had turned from lovely and soft into something so cold, so distant of anything remotely mortal, it could chill someone to the very bone. Azazael, despite being the powerful sorcerer he was, shut his mouth, behind his golden mask hiding his eyes and too sharp features, he narrowed his eyes, yet looked straight ahead, not one to challenge Nephtys’ patience. Of the two gods, it had always been Titaneaus that had more patience and even his was running low thanks to some…incidents including savages. “Now. To the meeting house.”

Brushing past sorcerer and Emperor, Nephtys took the lead once again, followed Saranus without missing a beat, occasionally winking to the bystanders with her silk covered wings, causing the nebulas on her membranes to shift and turn, morph into ever new star constellations that dances all over her body, even her long mane. She was beautiful, dark. While she walked with grace and beauty, it was more than clear that she could wage war just as easily as she was passing crowds of curious onlookers.

The entire group remained silent, minus Nephtys of course, who greeted some of the more courageous and laughed at the shy ones. Once they stepped into the meeting house however, her posture shifted, she became the silent one, content to just sit and keep Azazael on a short leash while Titaneaus became the more active one. Unlike the others he did not immediately sat down, instead took his time exploring the room, occasionally touching an especially intricate carving or picture chiseled into stone.

“When I got your message, I almost didn’t realized that it came from an old…friend.”, ignoring the dragons bustling around him, Titaneaus kept talking, his back turned to Saranus and the others, yet he somehow managed it to not appear entirely disrespectful while he stalked down the wall showing off the history of the clan. He only stopped when reaching a faded emblem, so worn out by time and maybe an unknowing artist that it was nearly invisible. “Plague-Fang.”

Again, the mood changed with the Emperor’s voice, gone was the dark suaveness, replaced by a melancholy and sadness, so deep that it was like a raging river, dragging everyone with it and drowning in its waves. One large, dark paw was put over the emblem, hiding it from view as if Titaneaus wanted to wipe out the last reminder that he once had been mortal, like those in this house. But no, when he pulled his golden painted claws back, nothing had happened, the faded emblem was still there and the history behind it too. Returning to the table, he sat down, just in time for the other female to appear.

“Welcome to this merry round, my dear.”, Titaneaus greeted her, fatherly almost despite appearing nowhere old enough to be such. While Azazael scanned the newcomer from the tip of her horns to the thick hair at the end of her tail, the Empress had the decency to gesture the girl to stand straight. “Time to cut to the chase, I dare say.”

And just like that, Titaneaus had decided to skip all the pleasantries, his invisible eyes now locking on Saranus as if he was on the hunt, an apex predator stalking through fog and night while its prey shivered in its hiding spot. With his tone and expression neutral, not a trace of the vulnerability he had shown before, Titaneaus became unreadable, the perfect facade with not even one opening, making it hard for anyone not close to him to read him. With elegant and fluid movements, he grabbed his wine cup, sipped with ease that made one doubt if he really was blind, Titaneaus waited, never once looking away from the Ridgeback.

“What can Interstellar offer?”, he began this hard conversation, offered a way for Saranus to navigate through those tricky waters. “What does it want in return?”

@Schattenfeuer

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Saranus bit back a smile as the sorcerer was scolded, merely glancing at him before he continued forward to the meeting house. He wasn't usually a spiteful fellow, though towards this Azazael caused the ridgeback to imagine hateful and distasteful things. As the small entourage walked through the clan, the leader took a moment to watch his guests, quickly realizing that the female was the social face of the leaders. Many of the dragons of his clan taking a liking to this gorgeous stranger who paraded herself down the street.

Upon sitting in the private meeting house, Saranus removed the crown from his head, setting it on the table as he thanked the dragons bringing their food and drink. He allowed Titaneaus to view the carvings, watching his elegance stiffen as he reached one of the most important milestones in their clan history. Saranus frowned, sadness from the memory too dulling his bright complexion. He remained silent though, allowing the fellow a moment to collect himself as well as Aralicien to join them all at the table.

The imperial met eyes with the empress, her beauty making her confidence to plummet dramatically. Though she watched her, admiring her as she was corrected for her posture, standing taller and adjusting her wings at her sides. "The honor is mine m'lord," she responded softly, her voice a genuine sweetness rarely found these days. Often times kindness was paired with an underlying evil that some hid so perfectly, however Aralicien wore her heart on her sleeve, if she found you distasteful she would be the first to let you know.

The ridgeback nodded as the emperor quickly changed their subject, knowing this topic of conversation would come to tuition sooner or later. He traced the rim of his cup with his claw, watching the deep red wine inside shimmer under the lights. "To start we offer our complete allegiance and support. If you wish it, a portion of our harvest, trade and income." He started, selecting his words carefully as he looked up to the imperials across from him. "If needed we can provide manual labor or soldiers if the time arises," He glanced to Aralicien, who gave her friend a curt nod. "And to solidify our union we have discussed and agreed upon a marriage between a dragon of your choosing and the dear and beloved leader Aralicien."

She nodded and managed a smile, trying her best to be sincere with the idea. Her mind flashed to another as her heart twitched with pain. He was a broken man who finally had something, someone else to share his burdens with. However now just as soon as he slipped into the familiarity of what they believed to be love, it was to be ripped away from him once again. "What do The Undying Lands wish from Interstellar?" Her voice no longer seemed that of a shy and innocent girl, this was a ruler speaking for her people now. They all gave her strength to be their voice and protector, and all be damned if she failed them.

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@Noonchi

The silence that followed Saranus’ words was a thick, heavy one, there was an underlying tension in it, especially since neither Titaneaus nor Nephtys made any attempts to speak, instead they just looked at each other, she had raised one eyebrow, he was smirking before hiding the smirk on his lips behind his cup of wine. Only when the first dragons started to fidget nervously from the heavy silence did someone speak up again.

“The Emperor accepts your offer.”, Azazael’s unpleasant voice did little to put anyone at ease, quite the opposite as the longer the Undying Gods remained silent, the more he talked, the worse it seemed to get. Azazael pulled a parchment out of a pocket hidden between teal feathers and golden jewelry, his claw aglow in a bright blue and words started to form on their own on it, etched into the ivory color of an untouched sheet like dark blue wounds. “Sent us your best workers to work on the Empire’s fields immediately.”

Something made Azazael laugh, but the sound was unsettling, seemed to only make things worse. Whereas Nephtys was social, Titan pure seduction, Azazael seemed to ooze hatred and danger, his thin frame did little to ease this impression, quite the opposite as his wings flared out, fanned to their full span and nearly whacked both Nephtys and Titaneaus in the faces. Something was going on, it could be seen, witnessed as Azazael’s posture changed faster than a heartbeat, from aggressive to downright coy, he cackled and turned his entire attention on Aralicien, for the very first time ever since she had entered the room.

“Now...I believe you will honor this deal, my dear girl”, like a snake hypnotizing the rabbit before devouring it whole, Azazael tilted his head, stepped closer and closer until he was intruding Aralicien’s bubble of personal space, until she could smell the ozone and honey of the dark bloom radiating off his feathers, until her face mirrored herself in the polished surface of his mask and the gentle glowing gems that hid his unsettling eyes. “She is a pure one. How delightful.”

Azazael sniffed the air around Aralicien, his entire demeanor unsettling and downright creepy as he reached out with one claw, sharp claws brushing gently over Aralicien’s cheek and catching a streak of her creme colored hair, twirling it playfully around his thumb as if he was the lover on her mind.

“Do you know what will happen if you betray the Emperor’s trust?”, the sorcerer asked sweetly, his sweetness being of the rotten kind, the one that hid just barely the evil underneath. His breath smelled of blood and honey as he moved even closer, until he was right next to Aralicien’s ear. “We will pick this little show apart. Piece. By. Piece. “

“Azazael. Enough.”, finally, the order from the Emperor himself calling the twisted creature Azazael was back, a yank on his metaphorical leash and he let go of the pure hearted lady, returned to his place between two beings that were much more powerful than him. As he settled down, Titaneaus sighed heavily, rubbing his temple as if he had a headache. “While I would not have chosen Azazael’s words, he has a point.”

One flicker of his claw and the contract floated through the air, landed into his palm and was given to Nephtys to read it over again.

“So it is a deal then. Lady Aralicien will marry Prince Erasmus as a sign of strengthening our alliance. Interstellar will offer workers for the Empire’s fields and trading goods, in return the Empire will offer their services in War, Magic, Coin and Trade.”, she read out loud, waited for Saranus or Aralicien to interject, to point anything they missed out. “What goods do you specialize in? The Empire has a wide palette of trading goods, from spices to silks, luxury to food. “

The tension in the room was palpable, the dragons carrying gilded pitchers of wine and water seemed squashed beneath the pressure from the silence. Both sides looked to the other, though Interstellar knew it was not their turn to speak. They had offered all in which they could, splaying themselves barren for these strangers across the heavy mahogany table to pick apart little by little.

As the putrid creature spoke again, a wave of relief lessened the suffocating air, Saranus' body relaxing momentarily before Azazael's voice made his skin crawl with malice and disgust. They had already discussed all the danger in this deal, if their pseudo-allies found them a lost investment, the ridgeback did not doubt they would take what they saw owed and leave the newly rebuilt Interstellar in ashen ruin.

"At once," he replied, keeping his eyes fixed on the two leaders rather than their mouthpiece while the parchment containing their terms was presented.

"Allow us a day to gather the hands and prepare them for a journey to your fields is all we ask," Aralicien chimed in after her other spoke, her eyes shimmered in the faint candlelight as her attention then fixed on the approaching snake at her gown.

Her lungs seized at the scent of him,so strong and oppressive in his sickly sweet odor. The larger imperials muscles tensed, she was no fighter though her nerves screamed at her to move, to run and flee from this approaching predator. As a long claw tickled the tuft of hair on her cheek, the wind outside roared against the stone walls of the meeting house. The gusts banged on the doors and roof to be let inside as she flinched away from his grasp, thunder booms shuddering the cobbles in which all the dragons stood.

"Aralicien, breathe." Saranus leaned closer to her side, resting a paw on her arm to ground the petrified girl. As Azazael was tugged back to the Emperors side, the violent storm ceased it's barrage on the building as quickly as it had started. The ridgeback let out a long exhale as she did, his attention turning back to the deities before him as they explained the severity of their deal. "I understand, we will uphold the contents of our deal entirely and we thank you for agreeing to becoming our collaborators." He paused for a moment to collect his thoughts.

"As for our trade, our fields and pleasant weather allow us to harvest a variety of crops that come the season we will happily share. We also trade in beast parts such as furs, skins, horns and any other resources you may need. Our clan is diverse in the production of processed goods as well, anything you may need we have someone who can craft it."

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(it's about time I get my lazy butt back in action, I've been keeping you waiting long enough)

“You get the time you need for your hands to gather.”, Nephtys nodded and seemed to add something to the contract, she smiled as if someone had told her a good joke, but it was also a bit of a strain visible in her expression, either as if she was tired or annoyed at someone but hid it very well. “The Undying fields are in dire need of more hands, as well as the mines.”

“Especially the mines.”, again, the sorcerer’s cackle seemed born out of something the others did not knew, as if he was in on a secret that was too dark to spread it around so mindlessly. Azazael hummed softly, an entirely obnoxious and unsettling sound as it seemed to echo off the smooth walls when he took in the storm that had threatened to break into the house. When he looked at Aralicien, his eyes seemed to carry a new glint in them, a sadistic one, one that spoke volumes about how much fun he had tormenting the pure girl.

“Erasmus will arrive shortly, thanks to the ways of magic, he will meet his new bride later today.”, Titaneaus simply spoke over Azazael’s words and humming, drowned them out with the thick, dark tone of his voice, the up and down, highs and lows, almost hypnotic sound he erased the foul taste Azazael left on everyone’s tongue with sweetness, kindness. “However there is one thing.”

“As you see, if you are to marry into our family, you are becoming an Undying yourself.”, Nephtys blinked owlishly as if she had just remembered something, gave Aralicien a motherly smile and reached out, followed Saranus’ and her husband’s example of taking a sip of the wine. The Empress made a sound of approval, looked at her empty cup and gestured for a refill. “That is a delicious wine! I must demand a few bottles for the royal cellar back at the Empire”

Chatting over wine in such an important state of the discussion was pure, cold calculation, as Nephtys smiled and thanked the dragon serving her more, patting the poor man’s hand with her golden painted claw. She did the rest in chasing away the uneasiness Azazael had spread.

“Now, You are of course forbidden from having any...side affairs. Or children from others.”, the Empress actually managed to sound apologetic, she looked at Aralicien with a loopsided smile. “Of course I know such a good hearted lady as yourself does her best to keep herself pure and I would hate to chat about your private life out in public. See it as a necessity that is already fulfilled.”

Saranus nodded as Aralicien came around her to her bearings and once again joined fully in the conversation. She then bowed her head, giving thank for the kindness to allow their people preparation. They had plenty of dragons who would willingly devote themselves to a work cause, though of course there would be some who would disapprove about handing over lives for labor.

"We understand, of course some of the dragons you may receive are simple folk, we could supply you with say, 500 workers?" The ridgeback swirled the deep red liquid close to the rim before taking a small sip, the flavor sweet with honey and berry though having bite from the tartness of being distilled in casks.

As the husband to be was mentioned, Aralicien perked up, her face contained trepidation. As if someone who had been holding their foot above a fallen baby bird just crushed it before her very eyes. The jewels hanging from her silks twinkled now brighter than her eyes, light dancing in candlelit in an attempt to take away from her sadness. Wine was the least of her concern, she wasn't one for drink though as she too lifted her golden cup to wet her dry throat, the burning sensation was a welcome distraction from the pain in her heart.

"Of course, we would be honored to send you with some of the oldest stock in our cellar. The ingredients are something found while scouting in the Viridian Labyrinth, if you need anymore you are welcome to request as much as you would like." Saranus smiled, for a warrior he could play the role of a diplomat quite well.

"Of course, I understand so entirely.. any other previous I may have had will be..dismissed." The words stung on her tongue, biting and jabbing more pain into her as she looked to the Empress. "I thank you for such an opportunity and I look forward to meeting Erasmus." She did her best to smile, though it only managed to sadden her expression more.

"Of course the same is expected of your prince?" Saranus questioned, trying his best to remove any attention away from the girl. He knew of the other she spoke, and he knew of what they had together. It was beautiful, innocence blossoming into something more. The dragon who she had found herself giving her heart to stood outside, guarding the entrance with his very life if he had to. Such cruel fate for him not to yet know, to be a protector of the event that would ultimately break any remaining part of his heart.

“How fitting.”, Azazael muttered under his breath and snarled quietly at the dragon that once more refilled Nephtys’ cup with more wine. His foul mood seemed to grow worse the longer he was trapped in the same room with the dragons of Interstellar, only lessened by the way Titaneaus had started to brush through Azazael’s shortly trimmed mane, the same way one would pet a cat or a lapdog. But if it shut the Sorcerer up, it was surely a welcomed gesture. “If they know their way around harvesting and planting crops, they can not be so simple minded as you say they are, Saranus dear.”, The Emperor spoke softly, smiled over his wife’s attempts at easing up the tense mood and where she was almost successful, he could also pick up the hesitation from the girl. Letting this slip, the dark Imperial instead turned his attention back towards the ridgeback who bore the scars of war on his skin. “And even if they are, the Empire has a library open to everyone. It is all up to them if they wish to remain simple or not.” “Yes, it is of course also expected from me to remain loyal and pure to my future wife.”, a new voice spoke suddenly, as a white wildclaw suddenly stepped into the room in a shower of dried, yet aromatic smelling flower petals, clutching a thick tome to his chest and a pair of reading glasses still slightly lopsided on his nose due to a heavy, thick scar that went over one of his faceted eyes. “May I introduce myself, I am Erasmus Undying.” “You are way too early, dear.”, Nephtys said with dry humor and somewhat real surprise in her voice. She turned towards her adoptive son and patted on the pillow next to her, something her boy took immediately and sat next to her, allowing the older imperial to brush over his feathered crest in an attempt to make sure that her baby son was still alright. He was. “We were expecting you around evening.” “I am sorry, mother, but I could no longer wait. Andras was so kind to bring me.”, mentioning the oldest brother of his, the one that dove through the shadows like through dark waters, Erasmus had his gaze fixated on the girl that was supposed to be his new wife. Even he could see that she was unhappy to give up what she had. “Now, may I speak alone to my future bride?” ___________________________________________________________________ [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=52354439] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/523545/52354439_350.png[/img] [/url]Erasmus